Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

the form i had filled out, I had lied about my

my status as

the people here to my personal life but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

car

it any less than the

as a memory from

GT and

the evening later

strode toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even

heard the ignition

he could get irritated and start

moment I sat down, I tried, I had

"You don't have to drive me.I can

He didn't say anything.

steering wheel like one would hold a lover

minutes later, I knew where

written on the

and tried again,

few things

gaze turned to me and he said,

you

up on my forehead in

offer, I didn't have enough money to let him know that

I sighed.

will buy them

just have to suck

him to leave then I'll make my

me to take a different and longer route back to my actual place but

ask for the usual butterscotch

fact that I would be late to reach

to a

him and

me nervous

didn't understand why he was becoming such a

knew he

on my face as I

my fate as he opened his

questioned God why he hated me so much as I saw

and I didn't wait as I opened the door and stepped

on my side, I

He arched a brow.

looked for a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I didn't

"Mom wouldn't want

between us and he didn't

crossed his legs at the ankles and folded his arms across

I saw the picture

like a GQ

was wearing a suit that was a combination of blood red